29.12.2014

On new year's eve I am celebrating my first full calendar year I have been free from cumming. A whole year, from January 1st till December 31st, keeping myself from getting relief in the form of sexual pleasure. On new year's eve it will have been 425 days. Fourteen months. Over sixty weeks. Of being denied, frustrated and horny. 

Never in my life I have been without an orgasm this long, after I first ejaculated, and started to masturbate regularily, almost three decades ago. This has been sexually the most gratifying, intense and wonderful year of my life. I could have never belived what this would be like, and what I would achieve, when I let myself cum the last time, one year and two months ago. That I could learn to like this so much. 

 I have many people to thank, for getting this far. Not nearly all will be able to read these words, but fortunately many of you can. Sincerest thanks, for making this the most amazing year of my life.

10.12.2014

I have been thinking. Some days ago I celebrated the 400 days I have been on my self-imposed cum ban. Up until that all my thoughts were on reaching the next full hundred. What next?

One logical step would be the end of this year, which would make 2014 completely cum free. At that point the day count would be around 420 and something.

After that it will be only 30 days to 450 days, which in turn is half way till 500 days. At the moment it's still 325 left to full two years, which naturally seems daunting. But maybe with smaller steps it can be reached?

This with the presumption some outside force or influence doesn't force me to stop my ban. Which, naturally, is a unsettling prospect.

6.12.2014

Apparently I can celebrate both the Finnish Independence Day, as well as the 400th day I've been free from cumming on the very same day. How convenient.

3.12.2014

I thought long and hard where start making this diary from. This blog tells a story of my sexual journey, or rather of a part of it. When the story begins I have been on a more or less self-imposed cum ban for 396 days, but the biggest adventure for me had barely begun.

All of the posts on this blogs were originally written for and posted on my Facebook account. However, since one can never be sure with Facebook, and since I have put considerable amount of time in writing my updates, I decided to copy them as a separate blog as well. 

I have decided to start this blog with an update from third of December, 2012. It more or less tells the story so far, so to speak. At time I already knew the woman I later started calling my Queen, but I had no idea where the story would take us. And neither did she.

The picture above is my cum diary from the last three years. The green represents the days I've been free to masturbate, the red represents my cum bans. The green days are an estimate, since I can't be sure on what days I did masturbate. However, during that time I had the habit of doing it daily.

The first, week long ban took place in February of 2012. It was set by a female friend of mine, who was kind enough to play with me a bit, and who I had the privilege of serving orally during one afternoon, just before she set the ban. It was a "punishment" for me (for causing us miss a bus). However, she was merely interested to see how obedient I would be.

That was the first time after I had started to masturbate when I was without an ejaculation for more than couple of days. It was an interesting experience, and by the fifth day I noticed my penis trying to react to very small things, even to a beautiful woman on a magazine cover.

The second week long ban, in March of 2013, was set by my girlfriend, with whom my relationship lasted only three months, but they were quite a memorable three months. That ban too was a punishment for me, but she admitted herself she merely wanted to make me suffer for her. Thanks to her continuous teasing online, it was quite tormenting and fun week.

Originally the ban was supposed to last only four days, but due to certain circumstances, it took a whole week before I got to ejaculate before her, on the exact minute she had chosen. That was the last time I got to do it in her presence, because only mere couple of weeks later she decided she wanted a change of pace in her life.

The third cum ban was set another female friend of mine who I had ended up having naughty chats with. I was pretty broken up and just needed something in my life. We were both involved in a project and it was my suggestion we tied my permission to cum with me completing our project.

She loved the idea.

That meant I spent the three hottest weeks in summer of 2013 in a very tormenting cum ban. Fortunately I was also in the middle of moving at that point, so I had something to put my energy into. When the project was completed I suggested her she could continue my ban on some excuse, but she declined.

The fourth ban started in similar circumstances in November of 2013. She set the ban, but then she suddenly lost her interest in me, and never checked on me whether I had stopped the cum or not. Well, I hadn't and I'm still continuing it. As I'm writing this, on 3rd of December 2013, it has been 396 days since my last orgasm.

My reason wanting to continue was also the emptiness I felt after the three month long relationship. I have led quite a lonely life, and lost my virginity not until I was 33 years old, for example.

I don't look hideous, or at least I don't think I am, but reason for the lack of experiences are mainly bad self esteem and downright puzzlement when it comes the practices between men and women, the signals and secret codes they seem to use when hooking up.

Speaking to women doesn't cause me anxiety either. I like the company of women and they seem to like mine. I can make them laugh, even. But it's the next step, getting into their pants, to use a rude expression, is beyond my capabilities.

I've had two relationships in my life, and at both occasions it was me who got picked up, not vice versa. All in all I seem to be very bad at handling the social role of a man of our society, with the expectation of him doing the first move.

My first relationship was a seven year long disaster, at least sexually speaking. Even though my first girlfriend was sexually very active when I met her, for her sex was mainly penetration, with no funny stuff, so to speak. I on the other hand had erection problems already at that point, and since she also hated cunnilingus, our sex life was a very sad story.

After our eventual break-up seven years later, in the end of 2010, I was convinced more than ever, that if sex was that, I didn't want anything to do with it. At that point I was 40 years old and had had sex with only one woman in my life.

However, two years later I met my second girlfriend. She was young, sexy, smart, pretty and rather uninhibited, in many ways the girl of my dreams. For the first time in my life having sex with someone was actually fun, even though most of the physical side of it was performing oral services for her, which she loved.

So, when that amazing three months were up, I was again left alone with my limp penis. And suddenly masturbating alone, which had been 99% of my sex life since teenage years, suddenly seemed very hollow, meaningless and sad. I thought that even no cumming was better than cumming alone.

People often ask me how has it been like, and how have I made it this far, without a keyholder or a device of any kind. All in all this has been much easier than I could have believed a year ago. After one gets past the first 1-3 weeks, it gets easier very quickly. Almost too quickly, in my case one could say. Truth to tell, I would have liked this to be much harder than it has been.

I think the biggest secret is to get past the mental barrier, right at the beginning. After one makes the decision he won’t cum, that’s it. No more having that oh so relaxing jerk-off session after a hard day, to relieve the tension. Realization that those days are over.

One has simply to accept that fact that from there on the sole source of one’s sexual pleasure is the frustration, that has now become a part of you. And the desperation, as one realizes how much one is missing out on daily basis, as the rest of the world is having as much sex as they want.

Even though it wasn’t my intention to do it this long when I started my project, I think making that mental shift helped me very much.

Another question people usually have is why have I done it? Has there been benefits to it? I have done quite a lot of reading on the subject, and almost every time it is being described how male's behaviour changes as a result of the chastity, how he becomes more caring and affectionate towards his wife and so on.

I guess in my case the results might have been similar if I had had someone in my life. I do recognize there is a lot of pent up affection in me, but there hasn't been no one to express it towards to. So in my case that particular benefit doesn't apply.

One could even say there are no actual benefits in this, not in the way I described earlier. The main benefit I can see of is the perverse pleasure of denying myself something so fundamental and natural as sexual relief, for such a long time. In a way one could say this is some form of mental masochism.

In my case this has been more a personal journey, and exploration. Finding out things like how long I'm able continue this. How does my body or mind reacts after being denied of sexual relief for so long. At what point one's libido tries to shut itself off, and so on. However, at the moment I see no reason to stop.

So there you have it, my cum diary as well as my short life's story.